Étienne Rousseau (livelongandtrek) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-10-27 13:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-31 |
I've been around for a long long year stolen many man's soul and faith
WHO: Penny and Etienne
WHAT: Patient consult at Etienne's practice
WHERE: Etienne's office
WHEN: Early morning
The file came over early in the morning and Etienne, while he hadn't expected to have another patient this early in the morning, had gone through her file and before he'd even had the chance to speak to the young girl whom he was meant to diagnose, her parents began babbling on about how she was up at all hours of the night, sleepwalking, and a laundry list of other "symptoms" that parents tended to over-exaggerate on. Clearly dyslexia wasn't linked to the sleep disorder in the more neurological way. You had writing all the way over in the parietal lobe and the REM occurred in the Thalamus so that was something he could immediately rule out. Perhaps the dyslexia had caused great stress which may have prompted the sleep problems but Etienne wasn't ready to diagnose anything until he was able to get her response.Still, he'd check for signs of Cluttering and wouldn't rule out the possibility of comorbid conditions.
Having had an late night, Etienne was anything but ready to tackle the morning. So, equipped with a cup of coffee, his glasses, and an imported packet of Brie in the fridge, Etienne was ready for his patient. When the parent's finally let their poor little child go, Etienne could finally begin his work. He didn't imagine it'd be hard to diagnose, these things happened all the time but he knew the answer wasn't going to come immediately. His accent was undoubtedly French but having lived in English speaking countries since he was a young man, it only showed through the slightest bit and had more of British quality to it. "Would you like to have a seat?" he asked the young girl, positioning himself against his desk so that she could pick the place to sit on her own. It was something he'd picked up along the years. They had a tendency to trust him more when he was willing to allow them something as simple as where they'd like to sit. "Make yourself comfortable." he told her, although that was the response he dreaded the most. While he didn't actually mean make yourself comfortable, people generally did and often, dealing with sleep disorders, he'd even have people pass out on him. He supposed it helped since well he needed to get fed.